Barely any time at all passed and the dark silhouette vanished. As Max and Arron backed away, there was a sudden screech. Startled, Arron twisted round to see what the horrible source of sound was coming from. It was white, it was black, it was furry, a paw? He cautiously departed from the splattered window. His spine was constantly shivering with tension. Yet on the other hand, Max slowly approached the window anxiously. Then all of a sudden, the paw disappeared, and a zebra coloured creature the size of a puppy leaped through the now shattered window. It looked like… a young tiger! It’s eyes were glimmering, it’s fur looked like it had just gone for a dip in the ocean, it’s tail drooping like a sad dog’s, but worst of all, it’s paw was scarred. Arron thought it was crazy, but Max unhurriedly approached the poor little creature. It was like an owner approaching a lost pet. He dropped his crutch and slowly stroked “it”. Surprisingly, Arthur (“It’s a cute name” said Arron) reacted quite calmly. They just adopted a tiny tiger, but that was only the beginning.